In spite of all of this, Briana had a problem. At the age of twenty eight, she had worked hard her entire life to enjoy the kind of life she had attained. There had been no time for a social life or for the usual experiences that prepared her for adult life. She had developed no friends or support group. She was a virgin.

Having otherwise attained her success in life, with idle time on her hands for the first time in her life, she felt the need of those friends and support. For the first time in her life she felt frustration as she found she could no longer control her sexual needs and desires. Her mind was sometimes consumed with her needs. Masturbation, while offering temporary relief, only seemed to exacerbate those needs.

So it was that she sat in her office, eating her noon sandwich and grapes, after a busy morning seeing patients. Suddenly, that all controlling urge came upon her and with an intensity she hadn’t known before. She needed a man. She craved a man to come and take her virginity and satisfy her needs! In response to tose needs, her hand went beneath her skirt and under her panties to her little nubin at the top of her vestibule.

Room 1512 was one of the hotel’s better suites, one with a generous sized sitting room adjacent to the bedroom, but still contained within one large area. The bathroom was cleverly concealed behind the bedroom so that it also had a great view of the city. I placed the tray on the small round table in the middle of the sitting room and lifted the lid to confirm the contents. Six freshly shucked oysters with a piece of lemon. Exactly as ordered by Mrs Johnson. Also on the tray was a bottle of one of the hotel’s best champagnes, an ice bucket and two glasses, also as ordered. Mrs Johnson had apparently been very precise about the order and had insisted that I be the porter to bring it up. I can’t work out why, because she didn’t seem to be here. I placed the bottle in the ice bucket, checked the tray was neatly placed, looked around the room, turned and started to go out.

“Stop!”, was the command from somewhere behind me. I turned quickly, thinking there was a drama. I saw standing in the frame of the bathroom door a very attractive auburn haired woman who I would guess was in her late thirties. She somehow seemed familiar but I really didn’t try too hard to search my mind exactly where or when I had seen her before, because she was standing there in one of the hotel’s large fluffy white bath robes, the ones that everyone loves to souvenir. The robe was open down the front so that it continued down through her generous cleavage almost to her navel. Her breasts were not exposed, but the look she presented and the thought of what lay under was so sexy and a huge turn on, I just stared. “You’re early!” she exclaimed in the same commanding voice. “You were supposed to bring it up precisely at 3 o’clock!” I glanced at my watch; it was now 4 minutes before 3, which was my finish for the day. I had been on the floor since 6am and I was ready to go and had football training starting at 5pm. I started to say something but she immediately cut me off and said “No, do not speak unless I tell you to speak”.

The librarian, Kari, tended to wear loose fitting tops.  It was kind of hard to tell, but it appeared that she might be totally flat up there.  Believe me, I spent a lot of time checking her out.

After two years of fantasizing, I finally got the courage to ask her out.  I was a little surprised when she asked me if this was a joke.  I assured her that I was serious.  She apologized and said that she rarely gets attention from men “for obvious reasons” that she couldn’t talk about in the library.

After the library closed, we went out to dinner.  At the restaurant, Kari told me she had pretty much given up on men because of her height (5’11″) and her flat chest.  I confessed that those are the things that attracted me to her.

After dinner, she agreed to go to my apartment.  Once we were alone, she turned into an animal, kissing me passionately.  She said it had been years since she “had” a man and she asked if I would be interested in her that way.

I’ve promised Carolyn a long overdue “back rub”; she was laying on the bed, naked, face down on her stomach when I came in to the bedroom, I gently straddled her and began slowly massaging her shoulders and neck placing kisses down her spine, slowly rubbing her back and working on her tight muscles. I applied some lotion, rubbing it into her soft skin, working my way from the back of her neck, across her shoulders, down her back and pausing for a moment on her tight ass, massaging both cheeks, then down the backs of her thighs and down to her calves, and then slowly worked my way back up, massaging up her thighs, just grazing my fingers across her pussy as I worked my hands up on her ass, slowly kissing her lower back, making my way back up between her shoulder blades.

Carolyn was getting relaxed now, as I continued to massage her muscles, slowly working from her neck, shoulders and then teasing with a soft pass down the side of her breasts that were exposed while she lay on top of them, working my way down the middle of her back placing soft kisses on her cheeks and trying to stay away from her moistening pussy for now. I concentrated on her massage still straddling her; the head of my cock would just touch between her ass cheeks as I massaged her back oozing pre cum. I tried not to think about it and continued to massage her.

Carolyn slowly spread her legs apart and propped her ass up just enough for me to see her glistening pussy, she was very wet and I haven’t even begun to work on it yet, but I will. I gained my composure as we have not had sex in awhile, and I wanted to have a long night of fun. I’m on the road a lot and we have cybersex which ends up with me coming for her, but tonight it’s the real thing.

We’re finally away. We arrived on the island earlier this morning, we’re both just eighteen, and out of high school. Since we’ve been dating for a year now, we’ve convinced our parents to let us go on a trip, just the two of us. We’d be home in a week, we promised. We’d call in every day. Even if they had said no, we would have still come, just because of the eagerness to be alone with one another, for once.

The scene was beautiful outside our little cottage that sat directly infront of the ocean. The next cottage wasn’t but a mile away, so therefore, we were alone. We’d turned off our cell phones, since there wasn’t any reception. The only phone was a two mile drive east of the island, to the owners company building. All laptops were left home, and all connection to any other part of the world was cut off, just for this one week.

As I saw you looking at me, up and down, I grab your hand, and pull you to me. Our lips meet, and I feel the warmness of your tongue linger around mine. We begin to makeout, passionatly, fearlessy, with every emotion of love we have. I push you down, and roll on top of you. Sitting on your stomach, I see you squinting your eyes, to look up at me, with the hot sun right behind me.

She was only 36. She was as pretty as they came too. She knew it but never let on that she did either. Her hair glistened. Her eyes, magnetic, and that smileЕit made everyone take another glance at her. Wow, how could she be so pretty they thought? No way could that woman, Anise, be as attractive, as pretty, and as well built as she was. But yes, she was gorgeous and she never ever hardly ever worked at her body. It came naturally.

He was only 25. He was in great shape too but this humidity, it was way too much for him and sitting in the backroom, watching everyone, his perspiring began to slow down and eventually stop too. Nice hairdo and great eyes as well, he was well spoken, and also college educated. He snuck looks at her. Nice boobs, he told himself, and heТd seen her standing upЕshe had a nice figure too. He smiled inside. He sure wouldnТt mind seeing her in a bikini he thought earlier. Nope, not at all.

They didnТt know each other. TheyТd never met. She looked at him but didnТt stare like he had at her. Still, she found himЕokayЕattractive in some ways. She liked that but still hadnТt conversed with him. Not that afternoon Еnot for a while at least.

He’d lost track of time and she had been waiting, keeping her parents and his, waiting. And fuming. And waiting some more. And when he walked in the door he knew he’d be in a huge amount of hot water. A whole pool of it.

Gavin was never late, so her anger would be displaced. She was actually mad at her mother and he knew that, which was why his being late was all the more hazardous.

He’d been right that when he’d walked through the door they’d started fighting. He’d still had to shower and dress for dinner and Kayla wanted to argue and throw a fit.

When Ceara heard the bell she almost flew to the door to open it. But she didn’t want to seem too eager. And yet how on earth was she supposed to hide it? After their first date she’d been unable to think of anything but Damon.

Opening the door, she saw him standing there with an enormous bouquet of flowers in his hands. The white roses with red tips were winking at her from his arms. “Damon! You shouldn’t have!” she said, acting like a little girl receiving her first party dress. She took the roses and kissed his cheeks, first one then the other, excitedly.

Damon was gorgeous, practically perfect, in fact. His unruly, short, black hair fell into his eyes, eyes so stunning they seemed to almost glow. They were ice blue and framed in a brown rim, and they were hypnotic in a way Ceara could hardly describe to her friends. They sucked her in, seemed to see straight into her very core, and then devour her at the same time. And his smile? It was a crooked, lazy smile that always touched his eyes and sent chills through her body.

The announcer said some other things. We weren’t listening. My friend and I, although not speaking to each other at the moment, watched as the awards were being passed out to both players and cheerleaders in the league. Wow yeah, I thought, those first four cheerleaders. Damn, let me tell you the stories. Let me tell you about those outfits.

He announced the first one. She started to walk out. In stilettos, 4 inches high at least, they had her calves and thighs doing things to a man’s eyes no pair of shoes could do. Your eyes trailed up those calves, followed by some shapely flesh which wouldn’t quit, and all of a sudden you saw her skirt. And that skirt, well that skirt was so damn tight around her thighs and hips, it seemed she was advertising herself on a runway. It seemed she was yelling at you. “Hey boys, this crotch, my pussy is soooo open for business. Wanna come meet me somewhere? Wanna come and pull down my panties honey? Do you because I want you to. Oh god honey I sure want you to.”